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America Bound	By : roxierose13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The boys walked back to the school, discussing differences.

"We don't have houses here, the principal thinks they cause too many problems. It's pretty much divided by year. You guys will be rooming with us, it's a suite style room. Two rooms connected through the bathroom." Trey smiled at them again, he did that a lot. "We weren't sure, so we put you two together. Is that okay?" He watched them curiously.

Harry shrugged and inside felt a little giddy. Sure he hated Malfoy, but the chance to see him undress everyday was appealing. Draco scowled but didn't say anything. He also had a secret desire to see Potter, ever since that fateful Quidditch practice...

Trey and Shawn took them to the dorms. It was in a tower, and there were plush couches and tables all around. There was also a muggle T.V. Draco inspected it with interest, and Harry laughed at him.

"What, Potter?" He asked acidly. Harry smirked at him and Draco was taken aback. Potter is NOT allowed to smirk. For one thing he looks so sexy when he does that, for another, that is a trademark Malfoy trait.

"Nothing, Malfoy," He said evasively. They went up to their rooms and found their trunks there. Harry took off his robes and changed into some jeans and a t-shirt, all old Dudley's. Malfoy, on the other hand had much better selection. He wore tight fitting sand-blasted jeans and a light blue t-shirt. Harry couldn't help staring at him, but looked quickly away when Draco turned to him.

Trey stuck his head in through the bathroom, a goofy smile on his face. He and Shawn had been having a discussion, featuring the two new English boys.

"You think they were together?" Shawn asked. Trey frowned.

"I'm not sure. You notice they don't use first names." Shawn nodded.

"There's definitely some sort of tension there."

"Maybe they just need some help," Trey said mysteriously and Shawn grinned at him.

"What are you thinking?"

"Oh, nothing, but I have an idea that Harry is pretty hot under all those robes. He just needs some decent clothes." Trey wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Shawn laughed..

"You are evil."

"I know!"

"And so modest too."

"Of course! Now let's go turn their tension into hot, hot, heat."

"Stop using band names as expressions." Trey grinned at him and rolled his eyes.

"I just have to bring them out of the darkness."

"You're doing it again."

"And I'll never stop." Trey hopped up from the bed and went through the bathroom. "You guys ready?"

"Yeah, " came the response. The boys walked to Trey's side. Trey nodded in approval of Draco's outfit and frowned at Harry.

"Harry, what exactly happened?"

"What?"

"Your clothes."

"Oh, this is all I have." Trey made a face.

"Not for long. I got special permission to go to L.A. today. You can apparate, right?" Harry nodded and Draco did too. "Good! Come on Shawn!" Shawn got up from his bed and followed them all out.

Minutes later they apparated into an alleyway in downtown L.A. Harry was in awe at all the odd looking people. Trey dragged him into a shop, with Shawn and Draco tagging along. It was a shop full of punk clothes. Harry's eyes took a minute to adjust to the black. Trey pulled out a whole bunch of things for him to try and pushed him into the dressing room.

Harry modeled outfits for them. His first outfit was a tight pair of light blue jeans and a navy blue shirt. Trey hooted in approval and Harry blushed furiously. Several girls in the shop muttered appreciatively to their friends. Draco's eyes raked up and down Harry's body, taking in the taught muscles that showed through the fabric. Harry was too self conscious to notice, however. Shawn, on the other hand, always the observant one, noticed and raised his eyebrows at Trey, who grinned discreetly.

He pushed Harry back in the dressing room. Moments later he emerged wearing black jeans and an emerald green top. Trey's eyes almost popped out at the sight.

"Whoa, Harry! You are one hot dude!" He exclaimed, causing Harry to turn bright red with embarassment. Even Shawn had trouble controlling himself. The shirt brought out Harry's eyes so incredibly and the pants hugged his perfect, tight ass. Draco's mouth was hung open, but he quickly closed it and scowled at Harry.

A few hours later, Harry stumbled to the counter, weighed down by all the clothes Trey had insisted he buy. He dumped them on the counter and the cashier looked at him with raised eyebrows. He grinned sheepishly at her and she practically swooned. Trey nudged Shawn and they both grinned and laughed a little. Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"How are you going to pay for this, Potter?" He asked disdainfully.

"Oh, didn't you know? I'm rich." Harry said calmly. Draco gaped at him.

"Then why do you wear such rags?"

"I don't think my relatives would like it if they knew I had money." The cashier finished ringing up all the purchases and Trey pulled Harry out onto the street.

"Aren't we done?" Harry asked. He was very tired from everything.

"Oh, no, now we need to work on your physical appearance." Draco almost said that there was nothing wrong with how Harry looked, but caught himself just in time.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused and a little uneasy. Trey pointed at a tatoo and piercing parlour. "What!?" Harry shrieked. Trey shook his head and pushed him inside.

On the walls, there were many drawings of tatoos. A skinny man sat behind the counter, his arms were covered in tatoos. Harry eyed him nervously. Trey pushed him farther in, grinning at his face. He went up to the counter.

"Hey, John!" He greeted the man at the counter. The man looked up and his face broke into a smile.

"Trey! It's been awhile. Here for another tatoo? I thought after the last one you didn't want anymore?"

"Not there, anyway..." Trey muttered, Shawn laughed and Draco and Harry were confused. "No, I need you to help my new friend here." He indicated Harry, who waved nervously.

"Uh, Hello," he said. John's eyes lit up when he spoke.

"From Britain, are you? Too bad you have a boyfriend Trey, this one's cute." Harry blushed again. He hated that he did it so much. Trey smiled easily.

"That's not the point. Harry here needs to change his appearance, and you're gonna help." John surveyed Harry, as though studying him.

"What do you want, kid?" He asked finally. Harry shrugged.

"I don't know, I don't really--"

"Oh Harry, live a little! You're in America, land of opportunities! How 'bout a lip ring!?" Trey was excited at the prospect. Harry looked worried.

"Don't worry, a healing potion when we get back and it'll be fine," Shawn whispered to Harry. Harry looked up at him and felt reassured. Shawn smiled sweetly and gave him a little push towards John. Draco watched through narrowed eyes.

"Okay, I guess." John clapped his hands together in excitement.

"Excellent! Here, come pick a ring." He gestured Harry over to a case and Harry went, reluctantly. There were many to choose from. He ended up picking a silver hoop with a shiny red ball attached. John prepared the piercing device and Draco's eyes widened with shock.

"You're going to stick that thing in him?" He asked in disgust. John looked up, a little startled.

"How else would I do it, magic?" He chuckled at his own joke. Draco was about to reply in a scathing way, but stopped as Trey elbowed him in the side. He shot him an angry glare, but remained silent.

John put the ring in the device and clamed it down on Harry's lip. When he released it, the ring was in place and Draco had to admit it was damn sexy. John moved aside for them all to see.

"Damn, Harry! That looks awesome!" Harry smiled a little. John handed him a bottle.

"Make sure to clean it every day so it doesn't get infected." Harry nodded and paid him, then left the shop. They apparated home. By that time, it was getting late. They took Harry to the hospital wing where the nurse gave him a potion that sealed the piercing.

Harry unpacked his trunk that night. Draco ignored him and unpacked his own. He was almost done, when a bright flash lit the entire room. Harry yelped and jumped at the shock. When the light disappeared, he saw a letter fluttering onto his bed.

Draco scoffed at him and returned to his side. Harry picked up the letter and unfolded it. It had Hermione's tidy writing on it.

* Dear Harry,

How are you? How was your first day? America is so wonderful, isn't it? I love everything here! Ron is complaining about the lack of tea, but I told him he would love coffee just as much. Blaise and Michael have been very quiet. I would have expected it from Blaise, but not Michael. He is always so talkative. Anyway, we met our guides. Their names are Matt and Alex. They are both very good looking, and I know you would approve. Too bad they both have boyfriends. Ron's also complaining that there are no straight guys here! **

At this point another handwriting intruded on Hermione's hand.

** That's not what I said! Harry, how's California? New York is kind of wierd, but Hermione keeps telling me it'll be fun. Have you met any guys there? There are some wicked looking girls here--**

The rest of the sentence was scribbled over with Hermione's handwriting.

**Ron! Harry doesn't want to hear about that. They don't wear robes here, isn't that odd? Is it the same at Williamson? The campus is very beautiful here as well. We are going to go shopping this weekend, I'm ever so excited! Ron's whining now about how he hates shopping, but I think I'll make him come anyway, you know, for punishment. Well, that is all for now, lots of love.

Love, Hermione

and RON! ***

Harry grinned as he read the letter. He wondered how they had sent it. Hermione had not said. He changed into his PJ's, flannel pants covered in snitches, and slid into bed, still rereading the letter. Draco came out of the bathroom in only a pair of silk, green boxers.

Harry made to mistake of glancing up and his breath almost caught. Draco had an amazing body, his pale, milky skin was taught over a 6-pack, no doubt from quidditch. His short hair was wet from the shower and droplets of water clung to them. Harry had a sudden urge to run his hands through the white-blond hair and snog him senseless.

He restrained himself though, and forced himself to look back at the letter. He didn't look up again until he was sure that Draco was safely under the covers. He put out the lamps with a flick of his wand and turned over and fell immediately to sleep.

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A/N: The other story is called "So Far Away" by gwenling and can be found on http://fanfic.cc/hd/index.php So if you want read that one it's there. Mine will not be nearly as long though... Please keep reviewing!

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